Right now, Obanai was talking with Gyomei, another one of the hashira’s, since he felt like if he told anyone else they would make fun of him, and was talking about you and how much he adored and loved you. But he was mostly saying how he felt and though about you right now.

“She guessed my favorite color on the first try. But between you and me, I didn’t even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow.. she was excited and smiling like a little kid. So I told her she was right”

He said softy and quietly, still talking about you like he was writing a poem.

“It’s in everything, I could probably live in it now. She is the most beautiful pattern of beauty on the fabric of love.. she is a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, and every silence was music. She is an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart and a beautiful mind..”